Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Feb 2011 12:38pm
3rd Feb 2011 12:38pm
"MAD ENTRY"- AN EXPERIMENTAL PROSE 03022011
Would you like to have some whisky or wine sir?”
The man on his whiskers was sitting proud & stern.
I said, “What would you like to have sir?”
Whisker man seemed unheard of and looked dubious.
“May I bother you sir?”
“Call the captain”, he ordered in a commanding way.
The boy stood straight for fifteen seconds and turned around.
In about a while he returned with the serving utensils and ice cubes.
“Captain Morgan for you sir. Pea-nuts complimentary, sir.”
The customer popped up with a sudden jerk and smacked down the bartenders face.
The bouncers...
The man on his whiskers was sitting proud & stern.
I said, “What would you like to have sir?”
Whisker man seemed unheard of and looked dubious.
“May I bother you sir?”
“Call the captain”, he ordered in a commanding way.
The boy stood straight for fifteen seconds and turned around.
In about a while he returned with the serving utensils and ice cubes.
“Captain Morgan for you sir. Pea-nuts complimentary, sir.”
The customer popped up with a sudden jerk and smacked down the bartenders face.
The bouncers...
847 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2011 10:34am
29th Jan 2011 10:34am
Awesome Figure
Light music, pop music, staggering blue fluorescent light.
Hanging LCD’s either ways, showing Spanish bull fight.
Curvy wine glasses, with the most delicate contortions.
S-shaped waist, naked thighs crossed for infections.
Shake your head, shake your head.
Spilled butter popcorns and garlic bread.
A few minutes before inside the cinema hall,
She was bending low half naked the stall.
The silent license is pulling the trigger.
In front of me was her awesome figure.
Very deliberate fresh promenade.
Degrading every bit of self control for a civilized...
Hanging LCD’s either ways, showing Spanish bull fight.
Curvy wine glasses, with the most delicate contortions.
S-shaped waist, naked thighs crossed for infections.
Shake your head, shake your head.
Spilled butter popcorns and garlic bread.
A few minutes before inside the cinema hall,
She was bending low half naked the stall.
The silent license is pulling the trigger.
In front of me was her awesome figure.
Very deliberate fresh promenade.
Degrading every bit of self control for a civilized...
1066 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2011 11:23am
22nd Jan 2011 11:23am
Amygdalae Hijack
Capsule-Note
Amygdalae is a complex structure in the brain responsible for a wide range of behavioral functions and psychiatric conditions.
Amygdalae hijack is a medical term used to describe emotional responses from people which are out of measure with the actual threat because it has triggered a much more significant emotional threat.
Read this jerking brain poem:
“Think something strange,
Sitting there on your behalf-
And you can wonder,
With the picture of a man,
Falling in a deep-dark pit.
Forget about the frequency,
Of the acoustic...
Amygdalae is a complex structure in the brain responsible for a wide range of behavioral functions and psychiatric conditions.
Amygdalae hijack is a medical term used to describe emotional responses from people which are out of measure with the actual threat because it has triggered a much more significant emotional threat.
Read this jerking brain poem:
“Think something strange,
Sitting there on your behalf-
And you can wonder,
With the picture of a man,
Falling in a deep-dark pit.
Forget about the frequency,
Of the acoustic...
934 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2011 12:52pm
15th Jan 2011 12:52pm
Love Making
Another day in paradise-
Because I am in your arms,
Craving for your love,
Delighted being engaged,
In your own unique ways.
My heartiest acknowledgement to Mr. Heslopian and Phil Collins for inspiring me more than hundred percent to compose this one. More importantly I have loved this piece and it’s great to love yourself and your work. He he:-)
Because I am in your arms,
Craving for your love,
Delighted being engaged,
In your own unique ways.
My heartiest acknowledgement to Mr. Heslopian and Phil Collins for inspiring me more than hundred percent to compose this one. More importantly I have loved this piece and it’s great to love yourself and your work. He he:-)
1032 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2011 11:15am
8th Jan 2011 11:15am
Delhi Crossing...
Delhi is cold today-
I cannot see the sun from my balcony,
Even though the sun can see me pray,
For the warmth of the place;
For the warmth of the human race;
While peeping from its blanket throughout the day…
The slow moving clouds are but stiff-
However, not completely black or grey,
Even though it is not raining except drizzling like spray,
From the small perfume bottle before the mirror;
From the leaked tap to the half-bucket water;
As if, a close action replay of the waterfall from a cliff.
Perhaps the most conspicuous and...
I cannot see the sun from my balcony,
Even though the sun can see me pray,
For the warmth of the place;
For the warmth of the human race;
While peeping from its blanket throughout the day…
The slow moving clouds are but stiff-
However, not completely black or grey,
Even though it is not raining except drizzling like spray,
From the small perfume bottle before the mirror;
From the leaked tap to the half-bucket water;
As if, a close action replay of the waterfall from a cliff.
Perhaps the most conspicuous and...
1026 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 11:31am
31st Dec 2010 11:31am
A December Poem
Blue lagoon, Blue lagoon,
Everywhere is snow & dearth,
Where is heaven on earth?
When the dry leaves shed & fall,
The tiny spiders spin for crawl,
Those colorless water-bodies cripple.
Calendar seasons inhabitate,
Sun & rain liberate-
Shapeless spirit evacuates soul.
A sacred glitch affair,
Stagnates supreme glare,
And separate past & present.
Mustard seeds, Sunflower seeds,
Wastelands form yellow & gold,
All copies of ‘Hollow-Men’ are sold.
A December poem is a song that compassions the...
Everywhere is snow & dearth,
Where is heaven on earth?
When the dry leaves shed & fall,
The tiny spiders spin for crawl,
Those colorless water-bodies cripple.
Calendar seasons inhabitate,
Sun & rain liberate-
Shapeless spirit evacuates soul.
A sacred glitch affair,
Stagnates supreme glare,
And separate past & present.
Mustard seeds, Sunflower seeds,
Wastelands form yellow & gold,
All copies of ‘Hollow-Men’ are sold.
A December poem is a song that compassions the...
972 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2010 12:33pm
24th Dec 2010 12:33pm
In The Arms of My Beloved
(I once saw her smile,
her beauty compared to Aphrodite…
And I met her Greek eyes,
She gave me all respite!)
An Aphrodite in her butterfly wings,
Or the queen graced by the charming prince!
She walks in beauty,
She knows her duty,
I danced in her arms,
Her feet tapped drums,
And we doubled in the shiny mosaic palace!
Our images reflected back to us while I bend,
And held her up in our Dorothy styles rend.
Her milky white gown,
Her laces falling down,
We were looking a-part,
Like ground and sky part,
And meet...
her beauty compared to Aphrodite…
And I met her Greek eyes,
She gave me all respite!)
An Aphrodite in her butterfly wings,
Or the queen graced by the charming prince!
She walks in beauty,
She knows her duty,
I danced in her arms,
Her feet tapped drums,
And we doubled in the shiny mosaic palace!
Our images reflected back to us while I bend,
And held her up in our Dorothy styles rend.
Her milky white gown,
Her laces falling down,
We were looking a-part,
Like ground and sky part,
And meet...
1297 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2010 10:09am
18th Dec 2010 10:09am
Naked Truth
The naked truth is that-
The sun rises in the east,
And that I love you.
The naked truth is that-
We all have to suffer,
But I can face with you.
The naked truth is that-
I am poor,
And I will be rich in having you.
The naked truth is that-
Galaxies collide,
But I will reside in you.
The naked truth is that-
I love my mom,
And she will accept you.
The naked truth is that-
The sun sets in the west,
But I can’t reach you.
Naked truth is a romantic tragedy. The poem talks about the call of the...
The sun rises in the east,
And that I love you.
The naked truth is that-
We all have to suffer,
But I can face with you.
The naked truth is that-
I am poor,
And I will be rich in having you.
The naked truth is that-
Galaxies collide,
But I will reside in you.
The naked truth is that-
I love my mom,
And she will accept you.
The naked truth is that-
The sun sets in the west,
But I can’t reach you.
Naked truth is a romantic tragedy. The poem talks about the call of the...
1663 reads
20 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2010 8:55am
7th Dec 2010 8:55am
Gay Pride
We are not idiots,
If we mean we are odds,
With our top buttons closed,
Not for our neck-ties.
We kiss each other,
And we hug each other,
And we fuck each other.
But we are-
Campy lampoons,
Of human existence,
Born sick,
In our sub-consciousness,
Like a dead child,
Wishing for day-light,
Trapped inside,
A biology machine,
Called womb.
Why then we march for?
Unlike justice & sympathy,
To those ill fated cowards,
Dressed in black,
Holding candles straight
And engaged in forums,
To vote for, to...
If we mean we are odds,
With our top buttons closed,
Not for our neck-ties.
We kiss each other,
And we hug each other,
And we fuck each other.
But we are-
Campy lampoons,
Of human existence,
Born sick,
In our sub-consciousness,
Like a dead child,
Wishing for day-light,
Trapped inside,
A biology machine,
Called womb.
Why then we march for?
Unlike justice & sympathy,
To those ill fated cowards,
Dressed in black,
Holding candles straight
And engaged in forums,
To vote for, to...
1112 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2010 11:03am
2nd Dec 2010 11:03am
Smoke Dance
CAUTION:SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH
You have decayed,
& burned to ashes-
That released smoke,
& it does vanish.
So I smoked,
& took this pain-
For your image,
& see you through.
Till my lips,
& heart turned dark-
You remained such,
& danced for me.
Smoke Dance is my composition based on a true story in which his beloved dies of cancer. The beloved could not bear the shock and ends himself tragically by continuously smoking cigarettes. He used to see his beloved’s...
You have decayed,
& burned to ashes-
That released smoke,
& it does vanish.
So I smoked,
& took this pain-
For your image,
& see you through.
Till my lips,
& heart turned dark-
You remained such,
& danced for me.
Smoke Dance is my composition based on a true story in which his beloved dies of cancer. The beloved could not bear the shock and ends himself tragically by continuously smoking cigarettes. He used to see his beloved’s...
932 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2010 5:03am
20th Nov 2010 5:03am
Calamity
Mother crust opens-
In a tantrum of her soul,
Another leg of the trinity,
Intervenes for there to restore.
A few lives end in spurt-
Once born from the same womb,
That has now burst into an accident,
Mother is weeping in pain.
I am trying to compose shorter poems with much deeper and lengthier feelings. So this one speaks about the calamities that occur for some destruction which are intended for ecological balances. But the question is that if the nature has been created and intended with an objective why does it destruct itself? Does it affect only...
In a tantrum of her soul,
Another leg of the trinity,
Intervenes for there to restore.
A few lives end in spurt-
Once born from the same womb,
That has now burst into an accident,
Mother is weeping in pain.
I am trying to compose shorter poems with much deeper and lengthier feelings. So this one speaks about the calamities that occur for some destruction which are intended for ecological balances. But the question is that if the nature has been created and intended with an objective why does it destruct itself? Does it affect only...
993 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2010 9:44am
16th Nov 2010 9:44am
Molecules
As if I am feeling poor,
Or have lost my opulence for you-
My heart aches, my lungs choke,
My eyes only dream about you.
I have stopped drinking water,
And started painting you-
Your vivid pictures with me,
And when I color them they all scatter.
As if new feelings zygote,
Amid my crafted imaginations about you-
And you will never be their mother,
But I admire your surrogacy for true.
A short citation about how minute can be the feelings in love. The basic existence of survival is changed from water to another life called love. And if this...
Or have lost my opulence for you-
My heart aches, my lungs choke,
My eyes only dream about you.
I have stopped drinking water,
And started painting you-
Your vivid pictures with me,
And when I color them they all scatter.
As if new feelings zygote,
Amid my crafted imaginations about you-
And you will never be their mother,
But I admire your surrogacy for true.
A short citation about how minute can be the feelings in love. The basic existence of survival is changed from water to another life called love. And if this...
1689 reads
9 Comments
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